Dance of Death

Dance of Death

A Poem by AprilRN1210

"It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge" -Einstein


“If there are people you haven’t forgiven, you’re not going to really awaken. You have to let go.”

-Eckhart Tolle

Fuzzy thoughts


to be harmless

    naught even

but, a misty mind

rains treason

demons draining

what I believed in.



Baggage binds

truths defined

weakening beacons

behind blurred lines.



“Knowing” isn’t showing

which way the wind blows

so trust must guide

around the lies

keeping cognition afloat.


Frustration raging

beneath my breaths

following faith’s clichés

wallowing in hollowness

of today’s malaise

ache of awakening

a dance of death.

© 2017 AprilRN1210

Author's Note

working on my dance steps

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No one should be permitted to rent space in your head, April. In order to move on, we must forgive....which does not mean we have to have a relationship with the person who hurt us to begin with. Well written. Lydi**

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

Thank you Lydia :)
This almost feels like a dream that leads to endless confusion and unmistakable wonder as you wake and think to yourself... What the hell?
Then you get up and start your day with it in your thoughts but for a fleeting moment

Enjoyed this.

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

it does feel like that doesn't it? lol
what the heck for real---seem to be asking that a lot .. read more
this reminds me of that battle some of us have with religion---at least the organized kind...lots of blurred a poem that just can't be translated clearly.
i experienced this...and love to dance.


Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

one of the blurriest for me definitely, and aren't those the best ones?.. the ones that tickle the e.. read more

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Added on August 9, 2017
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